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Rh Thou Lord of hosts victorious,

The confluence Thou hast twined;

By a wondrous way and glorious

A passage Thou dost find—

A passage Thou dost find:

Hosanna to the Lord of hosts,

The hosts of human kind.

Stable in its baselessness

When calm is in the air,

The Iris half in tracelessness

Hovers faintly fair.

Fitfully assailing it

A wind from heaven blows,

Shivering and paling it

To blankness of the snows;

While, incessant in renewal,

The Arch rekindled grows,

Till again the gem and jewel

Whirl in blinding overthrows—

Till, prevailing and transcending,

Lo, the Glory perfect there,

And the contest finds an ending,

For repose is in the air.